It starts with Death:
Your Life.
A foetus springs to being,
Who knows when?
From Nothing,
To sentience
In a flash.
Consciousness conceived
Then Born.
We know, of course,
It ends in death too.
Paul Butters
© 24\5\2012 in Humberside.
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